Steve Rogers Beard Novels & Stories

"Yeah, well, everyone needs one or two children to bring in and watch grow, just so those children can now come later on and kiss the fuck out of them. I do believe that’s what I am to you, right?" "Uncle Roger," I said, sitting opposite him, not caring much for protocol. Uncle Roger himself was not so impressive. Periodically, now that I took a good look at him, he was smaller—or maybe he was just stooped from age, gravity doing its work pulling his shoulders down towards the floor while his feet turned upright. He was slim, slender in fact. He had grey mustache hairs and a bald head with a red face under it. "And so, I’m guessing you’re not here for pleasantries," he smiled. "Tell me what

His words were even-keeled, but I picked up the thread of unease underneath. A burly fighter with a jagged scar across his forehead snarled. “Rogues, I tell you. They’re messing with our heads, trying to spook us out.” His tone was rough, unyielding, his claws catching the light. Steve’s features hardened, his jaw locking. “This doesn’t smell like rogue tactics. Feels off, something weirder.” His response was icy, dismissive. The fighter huffed, stepping up. “And what makes you the expert on rogues, Beta Steve? You’ve never tangled with one.” His words dripped with mockery, his stare defiant.

What matters is that he has to fight. “Hopefully, you’re not bothered by the welcome you’ve just had. They don’t know who you are yet; I’m a prisoner for life, so as long as I’m here, you’ll be safe because no one will dare to disturb you,” Rodgie said as he patted Nicko’s shoulder, a pat on the back of a friend. Everyone seemed surprised by what Rodgie did. This was entirely beyond their expectations. How could Rodgie actually beat Steve with one hit and make him fall? Even Nicko wondered why the man didn’t beat him instead of being friendly. Could there be a secret plan behind it?

Rodgers had actually snapped at me was when I forgot to get him his coffee. Mr. Carl Rodgers has been working at Allan Establishment for nearly 10 years now. He's literally the best boss anyone can ask for. Kind, polite and fair. We all love him. I honestly thought working as the CEO's assistant in such a big company would be hard work but Mr. Rodgers is a really good boss, never burdens me or anything, one of the reasons why I love my job. There was a knock on my door, I get up and open it and there stood Steve, the coffee guy "Thank you so much!" I say with a smile as Steve hands me two cups.

Rogers hesitated for a second but the phone was already ringing. “What the hell could I possibly need from a thief like you?” Mr. Rogers spat, but then… he paused. Something shifted in his expression, and then, for the first time in months, he smiled a slow, unnerving smile. He lowered the phone from his ear. and everyone stared in stunned silence. Katherine blinked. Ariana narrowed her eyes. Even the murmuring staff fell silent, watching him as if he'd gone mad. “What the hell is he smiling about?” someone whispered.

And later, Keegan joined the team. Dismissing the team, I looked at my 7-year-old nephew who were busy drawing in her cabin next to my cabin. Mark Rogers was out of my vision. "Mark Rogers is a human. What is so wrong with him?" I was calm. He is nothing but a business that offers other rich people bodyguard with private investigator for more security. It is his living. "He is a busy person... And you don't know him. Why he is here?" She glared at me.

His closest friend was Peter Cooley, an attorney, whom Steven had known for several years. Peter was very handsome and like Steven, very self assured. At 6'4", very muscular, he had a very commanding presence. I have never really cared for facial hair, but with his closely trimmed beard and always impeccable dress, Peter pulled it off. He was a very friendly and charming man, who seemed to like me as well. I was very glad about this, because that seemed important to Steven.

asked Roger. “Do you know about King… something?” asked Rose. “King?” asked Roger. “Yeah, everyone called him devil boss,” replied Rose. “Oh no! Are you talking about Kingsley Aguilar?” “Yes, him!” said Rose. Her breath grew shaky. “What… what did he do?” Roger gritted his teeth. “No one is allowed to touch you! I will kill him! I will kill him. What did he do?”

I furrowed my brow. I have a mental image of Andy from touching his face and learning the contours. Now I was trying to imagine him older, with a beard and long hair. I like the mental image. Beards are something I must admit I like. And I would like one on Andy. Diokles chuckled softly next to me. "You like beards? I guess for the texture when you touch it. Should I suggest Andy grow one? Aiggie has a very nice full beard, so Andy should be able to grow a fine beard." he half teased.

LAUREN'S POV As our guards led the rogue Alpha to take a shower, he seemed a bit hesitant at first, but once he realized that it was a necessary step, he complied. After he finished, he shaved off his thick beard and brushed his long black hair back. I couldn't recognize him when he was brought to Logan's office until he spoke. His deep voice was unmistakable, and I knew he was the rogue Alpha.